Moving cinder blocks

everything is so ordinary

everything is so ordinary--
isn't that wonderful?
even the flabby billionaires
playing snatch and grab
-- nothing new.
everything is jenga
competition scrabble, 
moving cinder blocks
to reconfigure the now.
it's not like today is a surprise.
mr. trudeau in his 
bruce wayne suit 
gripping the podium:
look left look right
teleprompter scrolling.
retaliations like a 
pickleball rally.
not everyone will survive this,
but isn't that always the case?
the blue marble whipping around
flinging bodies into 
strawberry fields
into death marches 
into the Darien gap.
week after month
driving the forklift
driving cars off the railcars
driving kids back and 
forth to school.
one of many pebbles
letting the brook
tumble over it. 
false spring visits long enough
to sink the solid snow berm:
we know it's just passing through.
sooner or later
seasons shift.
things slip through our hands.
even january ends. 

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A poem for all of you out there. Thanks for reading.